Cold...
Harry was lying on a cold stone floor. He had just arrived to wherever the portkey had teleported him and hadn't dared to open his eyes yet. He didn't feel any pain in his scar though, warning him about Voldemort. He didn't even hear any sounds.
Slowly he opened his eyes and sat up, shivering. He was sitting in a circle of light, where the light came from he couldn't see, nor could he see anything in the darkness around him either.
He strained his ears to hear something and thought he heard a silent whisper, the rustle of someone's robes, maybe a step. Slowly he started to stand up, thinking about running out into the darkness and then wondering what use it would be.
Dumbledore surely already knew that he'd been tricked into touching another portkey again, Moody was probably just outside his room using his special eye when it happened.
But then Harry remembered what he and Dumbledore had talked about earlier. The Order had no idea where Voldemort's new headquarters were. Harry didn't even have his wand with him, nor his glasses, not even clothes. He was really unprotected and totally at his captor's mercy.
Harry shivered some more and put his arms across his chest in an attempt to keep warm. He did feel another feeling other than being cold though, a feeling he didn't want to accept first, he was scared. Not of dying but how he would die.
"Crucio" a female voice said and a beam shot out in front of him hitting him straight in his chest. Harry fell over on his back screaming by the pain going through him over his whole body. He rolled out of the circle of light, grabbing after something on the floor while screaming and rolling around. As the pain continued he crept together into a ball trying to hold in the screams and tears.
Suddenly it stopped, but Harry felt strange, exhausted by the curse. While relaxing and trying to move he heard footsteps hurrying over to him, felt hands push him over so he lied straight on his stomach, a feet on his back holding him down, hands grabbing his arms, tightly tying his wrists together behind his back. And Harry didn't even try to resist, he was way too exhausted by the curse.
"This is not good" he thought. "Why don't they kill me straight away, or do they want to leave that pleasure to Voldemort?"
At this he felt them lifting his head by grabbing his hair and putting a rope around his throat. Then they pulled the rope up, forcing him, in a very uncomfortable way, to stand up.
When he found his balance he looked up and looked straight into a Death Eater's mask. Breathing heavily, he looked around and saw four more Death Eaters standing around him, all with wands pointing at him.
The one infront of him started laughing. The laughter of a maniac.
"What do you think about this situation?" she asked. "How do you feel about standing infront of me, your lovely godfather's murderer? Baby-Potter."
Harry felt anger rising while he was glaring at Bellatrix but then someone behind him roughly put a blindfold over his eyes and pushed him forward, saying with a harsh voice "move!". The one holding the end of the rope around his throat pulled him forward like he was a dog with a leash on.
The blindfold completely blocked out any light, probably being charmed. All he could hear was the footsteps and now and then some whispers but he couldn't hear what was said.
They walked in what he thought was corridors, sounded like that anyway but Harry didn't really care. He was freezing, his feets were freezing and his hands felt numb and cold. The ropes probably stopped the blood flow a bit to his hands.
Suddenly they stopped, he heard a small creek, then a bigger one like a big door opening and then he felt what he had dreaded. A pain in his scar growing with how hard his heart started to thump under his chest.
"Soon it's all over" he thought. "I can only hope he does it fast, a simple Avada Kedavra...."
They dragged him forward some more meters, he heard other whispers in this room like it was coming from around the walls.
As they walked forward he felt the pain growing and then suddenly someone kicked his knees from behind so he painfully fell forward into a position where he sat on them. Two or three people gave out some harsh laughter before quickly stopping. Harry thought he understood why because he could almost feel Voldemort's eyes watching him.
"Take off his blindfold" Voldemort's voice said as Harry's pain rose so he had to clench his fists and bite his jaws together to ease it and to keep in the moan.
As ordered two hands removed the blindfold and Harry blinked a little to get used to looking again and though it was blurry without his glasses he didn't need to get used to the light. It was already rather dark in this room.
The room was, as far as Harry could see, a rectangular room. There was a big door at one of the short walls which they came in through, pillars created a way to the other end of the room where a chair looking like a throne stood. Around the pillars there were Death Eaters standing, though without their hoods and masks. And on the throne Harry could see him sitting, looking straight at him with something that looked like a smile.
Suddenly Voldemort stood up and walked towards him. Harry could hear the rustle of robes behind him as if the Death Eaters behind him backed, probably while bowing, but he didn't really care. His eyes were locked at Voldemort's face.
Voldemort stopped two meters infront of Harry and looked around smirking.
"I see that you have decided to join me again, not long after we met last" he said. "That old fool Dumbledore thought you were safe with those muggles, he said you could not be touched there by me, which is true. But there are always weaknesses. You may wonder how we succeded with this Harry, you may even wonder why I have not killed you yet. I think we will start with how you got here... WORMTAIL!"
By the right wall a short man in Death Eater-robes was standing and watching before Voldemort shouted his name. And Harry recognised him the moment he saw him even though he was without his glasses. The man went towards Voldemort and bowed deeply. He still had his silvery magic hand Harry noticed.
"You c-called me my Lord?" He asked but Voldemort didn't care anylonger, it was as if he told him to come just to see Harry's reaction. And he smiled again because Harry's face had turned from being in pain to showing disgust too.
"You may go" he said and Wormtail hurried off.
"It was he who did the most important task." He continued. "He transformed himself into a rat, sneaked through your home, found an object you would most probably touch every day without even thinking of it. And he got back here with a glasses case. So simple to make it into a portkey which would be activated by him while you weren't at home. It was close though the day he sneaked in. The muggle man could have killed him."
He stopped talking and looked at Harry who had a drop of cold sweat running down his face. But he had strangely enough started to feel calm while Voldemort talked, like Voldemort only had him there to talk to him first before killing him. But the paus made him feel more scared again.
"Don't get too comfortable boy" he said. "Goyle?"
"Yes my Lord?" A harsh voice answered from behind.
"Kick him."
"Yes, my Lord"
A big man, looking much like his son walked in front of Harry, lifted his leg and kicked but missed Harry because he quickly jumped over to the left and fell hard on his side.
"But Harry... now Goyle have to hit you many more times than I first planned. I have to teach you obedience. I did not have that chance last time."
"No, I was busy locking your wand" Harry silently said just before he saw Voldemort make a sign with his hand and Goyle's feet hit him hard in his stomach. And again, again, five more times and after that Harry didn't care about counting. It was probably a handful more times. When it stopped he coughed up blood and felt a terrible pain where he was kicked.
"Now Harry." Voldemort continued after watching Harry's pained face and blood a short while. "Let me explain why you are still alive, and let me explain the great strategic advances we get by making you our guest again..." He paused as if to consider something.
"You know that after the unfortunate incident before your summer holidays you became a hero again, the great Boy-Who-Lived. You will soon become the Boy-Who-Lived-No-More among the Wizard community. We will trick them that you actually died terribly. Imagine what a great blow that would be for them all. And soon they will, like last time, go to bed wondering if it is for the last time and wake up wondering which family didn't make it."
"And the reason why we will not kill you immediately is because you are important, you know much. Many important facts we want to know Harry."
"He want me to betray all my friends?"
"I want to know WHERE the Order's Headquarters are, who the members are, what the whole prophecy was. I doubt that Dumbledore is so stupid that he have not told you yet. Some more question will you hear later."
Harry who was still lying on his side, looked amazed up to Voldemort.
"Does he really think I'm that stupid?"
"So, you are supposed to not kill me if I tell you these things" he said. Feeling a bit braver again. "I know he will kill me whatever I do, why should I want to tell him anything?"
"Nononoo, Harry. The thing is that you will be killed silently and calmly when you have told us enough. If you will not speak then you will be kept alive and you have my word. You will be begging for death before you have even been here a week."
He turned around, walked back to his throne and sat down, watching Harry.
"Unfortunately I will not be able to be there when they question you. I have decided to leave that to the very capable hands of Bellatrix. I am sure she will be capable of not just asking you questions, but to also avenging those 14 years of pain you caused me. Bellatrix, you may take him to his cell, he needs some sleep."
Harry continued to look at Voldemort who was smiling. Probably because Harry's face had gone from being defying to have lost hope. Harry had indeed lost hope, he couldn't see any way out from this mess. In the graveyard he at least was to be killed in a duel. Seems like Voldemort had no such plans this time.
Harry was promising himself to not give them the pleasure of seeing him begging for death and to answer their questions was not even an option.
They had already returned the blindfold and was dragging him up with the leash so Harry hurried to find his balance again before fainting of not being able to breathe.
Again he was led through corridors when they finally stopped. He heard locks being unlocked and the sound of a metaldoor opening. Finally he felt how someone roughly pushed him in, heard the door being shut and the locks being locked.
He couldn't see anything as they never removed the blindfold, and all sounds from outside the cell were locked out. Probably a silencio charm over the room Harry guessed.
He backed slowly until he felt the door with his hands and followed the walls around the room. It was small, just two times two meters big, seemed like it was formed as a cube but he had no idea how high it was to the roof. Or if there was even a window, though he never felt any windows while walking around the room.
In the middle of the room he found some old blankets which he was able to create a uncomfortble bed of even though his hands were still tied behind his back.
While lying on his side and feeling the pain in his stomach and some other smaller pains from bruises on his knees and an after-effect from the Cruciatus Curse, he also felt loneliness. Worse than anything before.
"Well at least they saw more 'strategic advances' in attacking me straight on and not my friends" he thought. "I can only hope that Dumbledore somehow finds out where I am and mounts a rescue."
What Harry didn't know was that Dumbledore was in his office at Hogwarts and was furious. And actually had no idea what to do.
Harry didn't recognise this scenario from his childhood when he was lying in his cupboard waiting for a distant relative to save him from the beating and yelling he received almost every day.
Without noticing it, Harry finally started sleeping and he dreamt about a redhaired woman with green eyes and a man looking much like an older Harry, they were both playing with him on a green field in a beautiful sunset that felt familiar but he couldn't quite place it.
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For all the times you left me bleeding
Clouded, weakend by the haze
Cut of my pride, enough to forgive
Reconcile, back to square nothing
It seems I lost my direction
Don't have the strength to let it slip
Have no desire for the shore
Just let me play here for some time
Spent some quality time with the demon of mine
He said "I like the way you struggle but you know I'm here to win"
/From "Square Nothing" by In Flames